Rebirth of the Unwanted Daughter
On the third floor, every room was brightly decorated, warm, and brimming with a girlish charm.
“Carol, take your pick. You can have whichever room you like,” my father said with a smile.
My gaze settled on the room closest to the stairs.
On the bed sat a plush panda, its fur soft and inviting.
In my past life, I’d been captivated by it at first glance, mistaking it for a sign that my parents truly loved me. I chose that room without hesitation because I fell in love with that panda.
However, my parents' expressions shifted slightly. They exchanged a glance before quickly smiling.